Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 566 24. Things Merlin Never Told You

"This thing is really exquisite."

On the top floor of the Trident building, in the dark night that was about to dawn, a somewhat tired Dr. Reed was carefully assembling a seemingly complicated thing.

While placing the fist-sized mechanical module emitting green light on the side of the information transmission tower on the top of the Trident building, he inserted the data interface of this module into the densely packed complex sockets of the information transmission tower.

"If Merlin hadn't told me that this thing is an ultra-long-distance information transmitter, I would have thought it was some kind of alien energy device."

Behind Dr. Reed, a level 7 technical agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who has been completely bald in recent years but has grown a beard, said to Dr. Reed while typing complex program instructions on the keyboard:

"If we can use this to study the structure of this remote module, maybe we can also get a lot of new technologies from it."

"Yes."

Dr. Reed, one of the smartest people in the world, nodded in agreement and said:

"Learning the knowledge of the Cybertronians can quickly improve the level of mechanical technology and information technology on the earth. We should make friends with some Cybertronians so as to study together and make progress together. Anyway, they also lost their home planet , as long as it is not malicious, the earth can become their second home."

Dr. Reed Richards quickly connected all the data interfaces. He took a few steps back, crossed his hips, and looked at the remote module that had been activated. He turned back and said to Dr. Hall:

"You can enter the coordinates of the planet. Oh, by the way, don't forget the 'identification information' that Agent Merlin specially instructed."

"Well, I won't forget."

While entering the coordinates of the Decepticon base in the Sahara Desert, Dr. Hall took out a note from his pocket. The note was handed over to him by Merlin through Agent Sharon.

But what surprised Dr. Hall was that the language written on the note was not human or Cybertronian at all.

That is a special rune language.

"Oh, runes."

Reed, who was standing beside Dr. Hall, turned his head and glanced. He said:

"The mythological texts in the Nordic region have long been lost. I didn't expect that Mr. Merlin, who I have never met, is a researcher of history, but I am curious why he used this rune as a symbol for us and Cybertron. The identifying information of the moderates?"

"Um..."

Dr. Hall used a scanner to scan the completely unknown rune into the computer, and then compiled it into the remote module in front of him that could send information to the distant stars, and then said to Reed in a speculative tone :

"Probably for the sake of secrecy. After all, the information we send may be intercepted by those savage Decepticon Cybertronians."

"is it?"

Dr. Reed asked questioningly. The smart man looked at the remote module that flickered in front of him. He rubbed his forehead. He felt that things should not be that simple.

At the same time as S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists beamed information and coordinates for summoning the Autobots into the stars, in remote and peaceful Spain, in a low-key villa on the outskirts of Seville, the famous European historian Master Elliot Randolph is in his own garden, chatting with a secret visitor.

To be precise, he was chatting with his son who came from afar.

Scorch Randolph, the guard of the Golden Palace from Asgard, sat at the table in the garden, and there were all kinds of food in front of his eyes. He ate and drank silently, while his father was sitting at the table On the other side, she looked at him with a smile.

"What do you want me to do?"

The Asgardian who gnawed a roast sheep at a very fast speed rudely picked up the tablecloth and wiped his hands. The Asgardian warrior with weird hair looked at his father impatiently, and said :

"You know, I can't stay for too long. Although the gatekeeper Heimdall gave me the right to pass the Rainbow Bridge because of you, leaving without permission is a taboo for the servants of the Golden Palace. I I don't want to lose my job because of you."

Randolph didn't care about his son's harsh tone. The relationship between the father and son is still awkward, but it is much better than when they first met.

He pushed a portion of fish soup in front of his son and said:

"What honor do you have to watch the gate for Odin? Why don't you quit your job and come to Earth... I have left you a lot of property, enough for you to live comfortably for hundreds of years. Although it is a bit behind here, as long as you adapt to this world , you will find that the life here is much better than the boring Asgard."

Scorch scooped up some soup for himself, and as he drank it, he said:

"We've talked about this before, old man, and now I doubt very much that you came to me today just to have a quarrel."

"Alright alright."

Randolph picked up a pipe inlaid with diamonds and crystals a little irritably. While smoking, he lowered his voice and said to Scorch and his only son:

"We're talking about business, and this is something that will be of great benefit to your future in Asgard."

"Listen to me, Skolchi, I have received some news, there is a group of mechanical thugs from the stars, those Decepticons who burn, kill, loot, and wantonly start wars outside the galaxy, I think you should have heard of it They. In short, this group of evildoers are plotting to invade the nine kingdoms ruled and protected by Asgard, and their first target is Midgard."

"Really?"

Calculating according to the age standards of Asgardians, Skorqi is a standard passionate young man. When he heard his father's words, he immediately stopped drinking soup. He said to his father:

"Where did you get the news? Is it accurate?"

"Look at this."

Old Randolph took out a tablet computer from his hand and threw it to his son. Skorchi turned on the tablet computer and saw a video being played. On the screen was a human army battling a berserk steel giant in the desert. The scene of the giant scorpion fighting.

That kind of tragic and heroic war scene cannot be faked.

"Their vanguard has begun a blatant attempt to destroy the world order, my son."

Randolph looked at his silly son while smoking his pipe, and said slowly:

"So you don't have to doubt the authenticity of this news, let me tell you, you will go back to Asgard in a while, give this news and this evidence to General Vostagg in secret, and then let that dwarf keep silent, go To Prince Thor."

"Why bother?"

Skorchi retorted somewhat unclearly:

"As long as it's not a whole Decepticon fleet, relying on General Vostagg's legion, we can keep them out of the solar system, and if we send out the Sky Chaser Legion, we can easily destroy them!"

"Hey, your way of thinking is exactly the same as mine back then."

Randolph sighed helplessly, took off his pipe, and slowly explained to his son:

"You don't know how to make friends at all, my son, listen to me, you just do as I tell you, and give this honor of military exploits and protection of the country to Prince Thor...you have to be with him and those around him Those trusted generals become friends, you know?"

"Why should I be friends with His Highness the Prince?"

Scorch said bluntly:

"I don't like this conspiracy atmosphere."

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not!"

Old Randolph's tone became severe, and he scolded:

"Odin is old, and Thor will become the king in the future. Only by becoming friends with the king in advance can you have a bright future in the next era of Asgard! Don't you yearn for glory? Don't you want to be a general? Listen to me, my son... do as I say, and you will not only gain the precious friendship from the prince, but also the glory you desire will never leave you."

"Oh, yes, and this one."

Randolph took out a note from his pocket and handed it to his silent son. He urged:

"People on Earth can solve the Decepticons invading the world by themselves, but they have also found a group of allies for themselves, those Cybertronian moderates, they will also enter the solar system in the last ten hours, don't accidentally hurt them, This is the identification information of both sides, and those moderate Cybertronians will take the initiative to send out this signal when encountering the Asgardian fleet."

Scorch nodded. He took the note, spread it out, and saw a sentence written on it with the runes used by the Asgardians.

"Salute to the great Odin! Autobots are always peace-loving!"

"puff"

Scorch almost spit out the fish soup in his mouth, he said:

"Isn't that too straightforward?"

"Identify the information, the more straightforward the better."

Old Randolph waved his hand and said:

"In short, just remember what I told you. Since you want to continue to develop your career in Asgard, as a father, I can only support you and help you. You have to remember, son , as a fighter, it is important to fight bravely and not be afraid of powerful enemies, but it is equally important to use strategy to gain benefits for yourself!"

"Go, work hard, don't rush to make a decision when you encounter something important, you have been assimilated into a stone head by your companions."

Randolph, smoking his pipe, said to his son:

"If you have any questions, please ask me first. If I'm not here, you can go to Merlin. You've met him before. That guy has a bad stomach. He can definitely help you make the best decision, understand?"

"I do not like him."

Scorch picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth, and the Asgardian said softly:

"He reminds me of Loki... Both of them have that dark taste, and the shadow on him is stronger than that of Loki."

"I told you just now!"

Old Randolph had a headache, and he scolded with hatred:

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not. I know the freedom to live, but you have to learn to compromise! Merlin is trustworthy, as long as you don't stand against him...and you and other Asgardians It's different, you have to always remember that you have a way out, understand?"

"If something happens to you in Asgard, you can continue to live on Earth, but if you are forced to live on Earth, Merlin's friendship is very important to you... "

"my child."

Randolph sighed, reached out his hand, patted Skorky on the shoulder, and said:

"It's all for your own good."

"Go back and finish this matter quickly, Merlin is still waiting for news."

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"Fury, you've been quiet tonight."

In Pierce's temporary safe house, Pierce lying on the hospital bed looked at Fury, who was sitting in a chair, watching the S.H.I.E.L.D. The beast of the tiger, the battle of the Sark giant.

Under the command of Colonel George Burns, the special reaction force poured at least hundreds of rockets at the giant. Although the Cybertronians had amazing defenses, they were frantically besieged, and their radar and cameras were damaged. In the case of information collectors, the balance of victory is shifting towards humans.

But the sudden appearance of Magtron destroyed all of this, and Fury watched with his own eyes that the terrifying silver-gray robot easily destroyed all human positions with lightning-like shelling, forcing humans to flee.

Fortunately, the Decepticons did not give chase.

Fury's face was still calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about the failure in front of him.

"It reminds me of the way Ms. Carter waited for the results when we followed Ms. Carter on the mission. You seem to have great confidence in your subordinates."

Pierce put down his book and said:

"Not only have confidence in Merlin, but also, Fury, weren't you angry at the World Security Council's choice to call in helpers before? I thought you would protest me..."

"That's not a problem anymore."

Fury said:

"Merlin told me he'd fix that, and he told me that the reinforcements the Decepticons were waiting for...never came."

"I don't know how he did it, what gave him confidence."

Fury looked back at Pierce, who shrugged, and said:

"But I, like you, choose to believe him."

"Oh, is that so?"

Pierce nodded with a smile. The old man leaned on the hospital bed, picked up the book in hand, and said softly:

"That's the right choice."

"Merlin is such a person, he will never disappoint those who expect him, never before...nor in the future."

"It seems that we can spend tonight in peace."

(End of this chapter)